Expectations can be overwhelming, suffocating, and even dangerous. They often paint a distorted, one-dimensional image of who we are. To truly understand ourselves, we must sometimes shatter that mirror by shattering our expectations.
MeLaan Saigo...
I remained staring into his fuchsia eyes, unwavering and blank. It's an odd habit I had. Many people have pointed this out to me and often wonder if I have some sort of personality disorder. According to them, my gaze is 'enough to penetrate the soul' whatever that means. It seemed that this 'Uzui' might have had the same thoughts as he looked down at me while his face contorted into an expression of slight disturbance.
"Geez, you're one creepy kid." He remarked, "And I didn't mean that! I'm too flamboyant to be some pedo. No, I already have three gorgeous wives."
"Right, of course..." I eyed him up and down skeptically. I stood up gingerly, inspecting my left hand and wincing as I tenderly tried brushing off the loose glass shards.
"How the hell do you look so calm after all that?" He asked disbelievingly. "Your heartbeat is almost back to normal even after that whole ordeal. Most people would still be on the floor quaking and crying unflamboyantly with snot running down their noses." He crossed his arms raising an eyebrow quizzically, "Your heart was uneven and everything. I'm surprised you didn't die of cardiac arrest like some old lady."
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I looked up at the behemoth of a man. Now that he mentioned it I do remember a slight fluttery feeling in my chest as well as the dull ache I sometimes get. "Is that a bad thing?" I asked lamely, looking clueless.
"What do you mean 'is it a bad thing?'? Do you get palpitations on a normal basis or something?"
"Kind of. Is it not normal?" I asked cluelessly as I reached into one of my drawers, pulling out a small med kit I kept for myself.
"Well from my limited knowledge, you probably have a heart condition or something." He said attaching his cleaver-like swords to his back. How the hell is she so calm? The sound she's emitting is nothing but childish confusion. It's odd... Like she's faking it. He thought to himself solicitously. I would get going to my flamboyant wives right now but I'm curious about this kid. It'll be good entertainment.
He had decided upon himself to take a seat on the tatami floor with his knee propped up as he watched me kneel by the moonlight, extracting the pieces of my mirror from my flesh using a pair of long metal tweezers.
Tch... Ow shit. This hurts like hell. Now that the adrenaline wore off pain is suddenly real. God dammit. Punching that mirror was a bad idea. I winced as I pulled out another bloody shard, this one was one of the larger pieces that were in my knuckles. I'm so idiotic. Why'd I punch the mirror? I get I was angry but why? My dumbass can't control my temper. Dumb shit... I frown slightly, mentally scolding myself. These were going to leave scars once they healed.
"Well if there's no more demon I'll be on my way," Uzui announced, preparing to stand up. As he attempted to leave I raised a hand in his direction.
"Wait! Don't go yet!." I called out with a slight tone of panic. He turned around with a disparaging expression.
